Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan)

Chapter 190

At the lawn dinner party, after Estelle left, Winnie chatted with Mrs. Macy, who gradually got drunk.

Schilder came over and gently put his arm around Mrs. Macy, smiling gently, “My lady hasn’t been drun

k for a long time. She must be very happy today.”

Winnie, who also had a lot to drink, was still wearing a beaming smile, “Everyone is indeed happy toda

y”

Schilder nodded apologetically to Baldrick, TII take my lady back to rest. See you tomorrow.”

Baldrick smiled, “It seems that Mrs. Macy is quite drunk. I’ll have Winnie accompany you both back”

As he spoke, he winked at Winnie.

Under the lamp, Winnie’s slightly flushed face

paled a bit. Not sure if it was due to the alcohol or her slow reaction, she just stood there.

With a smile still on his face, Baldrick’s eyes lost their mirth, prodding her, “What’re you waiting for? Go

on!”

Winnie seemingly regained her senses, let out a soft ‘Oh,‘ and joined Schilder to help Mrs. Macy back t

o where they were staying.

It was late at night, as the warm breeze blew, Winnie’s hands and feet were ice cold. Looking back, she

saw that Baldrick had left, leaving behind the messy scene of plates and glasses on the once–

buzzing lawn. All that remained was an eerily desolate feeling.

The ruby on her neck sparkled brilliantly, a gift from Baldrick when he took her shopping earlier in the d

ay. Apparently, he’d

already paid for her services tonight. The gemstone was icy cold, chilling her to the core. She suddenly

let out a laugh, raised her head, and provocatively raised her eyebrows at Schilder, “Mr. Macy, you look

so dashing tonight!”

Schilder glanced back, bis deep blue eyes like a vast ocean. He slowly smiled and said. “Thank you.”

The two helped Mrs. Macy into her bedroom, where a servant immediately came to attend to her.

Schilder dismissed the servant, personally changing Mrs. Macy’s clothes and carrying her to bathe

Winnie and the servant had no choice but to leave the room.

Half an hour later, Schilder emerged to find Winnie sitting on the sofa, her graceful body leaning on the

backrest, revealing her slender neck and good figure. She seemed to have fallen asleep.

“Ms. Winnie! Schilder spoke.

Winnie came to her senses, giving Schilder a gentle smile, “Is Mrs. Macy asleep?”

Schilder fixed his gaze on her and answered, “Yes.”

With a seductive temptation in her eyes, Winnie extended her hand to Schilder, “Mr. Macy, would you m

ind taking me back?”

Schilder didn’t move, his tranquil blue eyes looking straight at her. “I apologize, but I must tend to the la

dy. If Ms. Winnie needs it, I can call Mr. Anderson for you.”

Winnie couldn’t quite figure out this German man or whether he was intentionally testing her. She stood

up, took a step forward, and pressed herself against the tall man, locking

up at him, blinking flirtatiously as if she was intoxicated, “I’ve never met such a well–

mannered man like Mr. Macy. I’ve always wanted to learn German. Can we find a quiet place to chat?” Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

This man was clever, he couldn’t have misinterpreted her words.

Schilder spoke in a gentle tone, “It’s pretty late. Would Mr. Anderson mind?”

Winnie smiled charmingly. “He’s probably asleep already.”

“But I would mind.” Schilder replied coldly as he took a step back, disdainfully, “Ms Winnie, suit yourself

. I’m going to attend to my wife.”

He then turned and walked toward the bedroom.

Winnie stared at the man’s retreating figure, her face resuming its usual expression, and her eyebrows

unexpectedly raised slightly.

She walked downstairs, her steps light and brisk.